Sea Lions Cornwall

Our Poem

Inquisitive eyes and nose turned up,
What joy the sight of a grey seal pup.
On coastal walks there is time to wait
By rocky coves sitting up late.
A pup's meow, a responding call
Close to the cliff craggy and tall.
A bark from afar from an old seal bull,
Perhaps a glimpse when the moon is full.
Fish they'll seek from the Ocean deep
Where fresh and clean we will have to keep
The world God gave, their home the sea
Safe from harm, pollutant free.


Verse by Mary Lascelles